The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that soaked into the wool of your coat and chilled the bone of your wrist. You had been walking for three days. Your boots, once fine leather, were now sodden sacks of mud and straw, dragging against the slick stone of the old road. The path wound through the Blackwood, a stretch of forest so dense that the canopy above...

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